Poem written by George D. Baylor for Miss A.A.
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Ah! who's there, that would feel surprise
Drawn by a glance of those bright eyes;
Earths every other Joy to leave?
Lifes early hope may hide a thorn,
In clouds may pass the fairest morn,
No charms abide, that now adorn;
Ere could such eyes as thine deceive.
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Miss A: A :
Oak Ridge
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Oh! surely the soul was formed for delight
Though cares our very best moments annoy. =
AGentle twilights of peace can dispel the dark night
And hope, through the gratings of anguish bring Joy
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The rose with no thorn may sweet odors exhale
To cheer the fond heart the fair time of some maiden's bright hour;
Yet dearest to her is the murmuring gale
When it waffs [illegible] a perfume of the sweetest crushed flower -
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Though tears may be sad, yet they loosen the cords
of our sorrows; and tenderly transform [crossed out, illegible] to bliss!
When the heart that's weighed down is touched with kind words
If there's heaven on earth, it is this!! It is this! -
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To Miss J:A:B:
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The Old Blandford Church
By Dr John C McCabe.
"Lone relic of the past old mouldering pile,
Where twines the ivy round thy ruins gray,
Where the lone toad sits brooding in thy aisle,
Once trod by 'ladye fayre' and gallant gay!
"How visions rise before the mental eye,
As memory holds communion with the past -
And, as the night winds amid your ruins sigh,
Dim shadows round thy weed-grown path are cast.
"Before my gaze, altar and chancel rise,
The surpliced priest, the mourner bowed in prayer,
Fair worshippers, with heaven - directed eyes,
And manhood's piety and pride are there!
"Knights of the olden time perchance are kneeling,
And choristers pour forth the 'hallowed hymn',
And hark! the organ's solemn strains are pealing,
Like songs of seraphs or rapt cherubim!
"But no! - tis but my fancy, and I gaze
On ruined walls, where creeps the lizard cold;
Or dusky bats beneath the moon's pale rays,
Their solemn, lonely midnight vigils hold.
Their solemn lonely
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Yet they are here! - the learned and the prouc,
Genious, and worth, and beauty - They are here,
I stand rebuked amid the slumbering crowd,
Whild time-past voices touch the spirit's ear,
"An humbled man - I feel the mournful truth,
That these sad ruins shadow forth my doom;
Bright hopes must fad, age follows buoyant youth,
And life is but a pathway to the tomb!"
Love poem written by George D. Baylor. The poem describes the wooing of a female bird by a male who wants her to join him in his nest within a maple tree.
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The Two Red birds
or St. Valentines day -
Once on a high topped maple tree
A beauteous bird there plumed his wing!
And this sweet roundalay did sing
O! come my fair O come to me
Upon the red tipped maple tree
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With crest erect in twittering glee
Clad in a noble scarlet dress
With In beseeching tones, I heard him press
his Love (thus) "dearest come to me
upon the red topped maple tree.</p
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Here in the budding maple tree
Our nest beneath its leafy spray
Will be secure from sultry day
he come, O come my fair to me
Up to the pretty maple tree
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My willing heart I give to thee ;
In sickness and in health;
[illegible] more than all of other's wealth.
Then come, my fair O! come to me.
And visit this dear maple tree
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As he sang upon the maple tree
the fragrant breeze did sweetly blow
and waved him gently to and fro
While the echoing hills said !!Come to me!!
[torn, illegible] love up to the maple tree.
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He chirped so strong, so loud and free
And offered all! he had to give
And begged so hard that she would live
With him upon the maple tree.
O! come up to the maple tree.
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That a whipering voice replied "if he"
Would promise to be kind and true
that time would show what She might do
And as he again said "Come to me
She sprang aloft to the Maple tree
The two Red Birds
or St. Valentine's day 1848
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Title from first line of poem.
]]>Patriotic poem about the United State's war with Mexico written by B. Green.
Title from first line of poem.
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O! come, Come away, to the bright battlefield
Where hearts should be true, and foes do not yield.
There disciplined ranks, the encounter seek
And His blood mounts guard in the warrior's chest;
And the scream of the fife, and roar of the drum
Invite the recruits saying come, O! come.
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See how proudly the stars of the "Old Thirteen wave
Oer Washingtons home, and the good and the brave;
hear the Bugleman swell his inspiring note
In a startling blast from the trumpets deep throat
And in field, and by fireside pours the wild charm
Thro the patriot's soul to hasten and arm.
With mane mantling high, His war-horse in his neigh
throws a guantlet to squadrons to Join in the fray
There the sword flashes fiercely to urge its old claim,
and wrest from the bayonet, a later-earned fame
But with sternly fixed eye and musket well clenched
the victory by valor from valor is wrenched
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Then who at the call of his country will share
the glories so great of a well set square
through which, as the hurrican of shot sweeps past
Shouts are mingled with cheers of "Close up. Stand fast"
And the dying a legacy deposit in trust
to [illegible] with a pen that never can rust.
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The Leader has left fond endearments at home
And brightening [illegible] us O' then Come to him" Come!
You'll be [illegible] in the fight by mementos of bliss
the "last parting sigh! the tear! and the Kiss!!
They deserve well the fair! Who give the last breath
For a Countrys just cause, in a glorious death.
B: Green Decr. 20 1846 -
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Arabia
Land of the Caliph race, whose magic stories lore
hath brightened fancy's dreams on every kindred shore.
Where once thy hoaries danced beneath the diamonds gleam,
And raptured swam on pleasures gayest stream.
Where now thy former genius? Ah! where now that hand
Which beckning called the willing guests at thy command
To banquet in some ruby hall on nectared sweets
By Hebes served on blusing rose leaf seats?
Where now [illegible] enchanted ground, the Garden, and the hall?
The laughter loving fairy? Alas! departed all.
No brilliant token left, no grateful of the friends to tell
Where passed some glowing scene, beneath Aladdis spell;
Thy splendor gone; eclipsed thy former meed
All but the horseman's restless eye, and his freind the fiery steed.
Midst storms of sand, the desert hath a charm
Yet here on earth his patriot heart to warm ;
His freedom loving soul, can feel no dread
from the sword impending oer Damocles guilty head
Nor racks, nor cruel Pacha's treacherous steel
Can make one Arab heart, the cringing homage feel
[W]here too thy child enjoys at falling dusk of even'
[So]me drops of bliss and some foretaste of his heaven; =
In shining myrtle groves, thy ardent youths prolong
to dark Gazelle eyed maids the adoring lovelit song =
There tender strains of music drick, and burning vows they breathe
And fairest orange blossoms there, in the bridal crown they wreathe
May 1 - 1840
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